Where do you go when the going gets painful? And how do you get back?
Between a rock and some very sharp objects: you've been captured by the Alliance, you're mostly paralyzed, and there are some nasty tools hanging on the wall. What's a simple signals analyst to do? And where's your tough soldier brother when you need him?
This is a 6,000 word SHORT STORY.
WARNING: This is a graphic, literally visceral, albeit lighthearted, story about torture (albeit somewhat lighthearted). Definitely not suitable for children.
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